Leave it on the field, blood, sweat, and fears

My husband has been faced with a difficult business decision in the last few weeks. It has taken a mental, physical, and emotional toll on him. He has been working long hours, taxing his mind for answers and reasons. This situation has consumed him as he has worked, fought, and questioned every aspect of this business matter. I see the driving force in his eyes when he wakes up. I see the exhausted man at night. I remember waiting for him at the locker room after his college football games. I remember knowing he would be sore, barely able to walk, weak, drained, and emotionally spent. I did not understand what all this was to mean about the man I chose to marry later on. I did not fully comprehend the level required by the 4 quarters of play. I did not realize the soul behind the eyes that burned with a spirit stronger than most. I did not feel the love in his heart that caused him to push harder, faster, longer, withstand pain, and never give up. I did not know the young man I had fallen in love with as I waited at the door. Until.... now. I have seen the strenght when others have fallen. I have felt the heat when most souls have become frozen. I have questioned the how and the why of his way, amazed by his will. I have been on the sidelines, watching others attempts to play, as he becomes more determined in the face of defeat. I no longer wait at the locker room door. I watch from my window for the lights in the drive. I now know, he gave everything he had between the lines on the field. I now know, he still plays the game with every ounce, the pads may not be worn, but his game face is still on. He will stand in the gap, he will be there, he will lay it all on the field. Leaving nothing behind, but the fear he could have done more.